Good News:
The class I have been wondering if it will run next semester looks like it is running.
Bad News:
Said class is at 8am.
Bad News:
The other class I am teaching only has 8 students in it. Rut row.
Good News:
There are lots of students on a waiting list for Children’s Lit, so maybe I can teach that instead.
Bad News:
I was taking an enforced break from teaching Children’s Lit because most of the students who take it are in the Teaching Small Children stream of Education, and they are whiny pussies who can’t cope with criticism, because apparently they think that rules about not giving Kindergarteners Fs, or any negative feedback at all, really, apply to College students.
Good News:
My chair decided that he would take a punt on me teaching the class anyway, especially since many of the students on the waiting list appear to be regular students and not ones pre-stamped with a pink S for “Snowflake”.
Bad News:
He made me promise to try not to make them cry. In the words of Bart Simpson, I can’t promise to try, but I will try to try.
Good News:
I got to go out to lunch.
Bad News:
Going out to lunch was the result of coming home to find that my stove is utterly and mysteriously buggered.
Even Worse News:
The repair people can’t come before Tuesday. TUESDAY! That’s like 6 whole days away.
Dire News of Direness:
Our coffeemaker is the stove-top Italian kind. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
What Ladder? 
This sounds like a perfect moment to find yourself a nice little french press, as microwaves make very nice hot water.
Feckless husband and I were debating the french press. I am just spoiled because he makes me coffee in the stovetop Mocha (Bialetti) pot every day.
The French press is a good thing to have for emergencies like this one. I feel for you.